Manan wants to enhance his reputation in this way, establish a "fraternal and great" character for himself, so that he can do things smoothly in the future and get more support.

Manan, who plays music, thinks more clearly than many people. It is not enough to do good things just by doing good things. He also needs to have enough fans to have enough support to further promote more good things.

Zhang Xinhuo is not very good at singing, nor does he like to sing, but there is one song that penetrates into his bones, that is, "March of the Volunteers".

Manan handed the microphone to Zhang Xinhuo. He took it and said, "I have never been to KTV. I can't even sing pop songs, but there is a song I've sang for many years. I believe each of you can sing it."

The prelude sounded, and the six-bar marches-like prelude was sonorous, bright and majestic. The melody made everyone feel excited and their blood was burning when they heard it.

A sense of national pride that "I am Chinese, we stand up" arises naturally.

This is the super infectious power of "March of Volunteers", and its melody has long penetrated into the blood of every Chinese.

Zhang Xinhuo started to lead the singing.

"Get up! People who don't want to be slaves!

Build our flesh and blood into our new Great Wall!

The Chinese nation is at its most dangerous time.

Everyone was forced to let out the last roar."

The high and exciting, sonorous and powerful melody, and the inspiring lyrics mobilized everyone in the community in an instant.

A hundred years ago, the Chinese nation suffered humiliation and countless children rose up to resist.

A hundred years later, the new crown pneumonia epidemic broke out in Jiangcheng and swept the whole country. Under the leadership of the country, everyone is united in fighting the epidemic.

The whole country closed its doors, and tens of thousands of white clothes went against the river city to fight to the death with the virus.

A hundred years ago, he was unwilling to be a slave to foreign powers, and his ancestors created the new China with blood and tears.

A hundred years later, the Chinese nation, which stands proudly in the world, is even less likely to become a slave to the virus.

Stand up, people who don't want to be slaves.

Use our flesh and blood settlements to forge a thousand-mile line of defense that will never be destroyed.

Let’s stand up, we will work together to eliminate the virus and welcome the laughter and joy of the next tens of thousands of years.

This is a song that no one can't sing, this is a song that never gets tired of singing, this is a song that makes you cry as you sing.

This is the Voice of China and the backbone of the nation.

Thousands of households and tens of thousands of people in the entire community sang the national anthem in unison.

Countless people sing tears, confidence, and belief in victory.

The majestic singing drifted over the community, storming and blowing away the thick clouds.

They not only sing, but also stand attentively and salute.

They face the East, pay tribute to the great men, and welcome the rising sun tomorrow.

The security guard stood at the door and cursed, "What kind of friends do this guy Ma Nan make, he is even better than him, which makes me shed more tears today than he did in the past."

After the song was sung, Manan announced that tonight's "concert" ended, and countless voices around him cheered.

"Chef Zhang, I'll wait for you to go live tomorrow."

"Chef Zhang, welcome to open a branch in Jiangcheng. I promise to order a boxed lunch for one year."

"Chef Zhang, I have recorded you, and I want to take advantage of your popularity and increase my fans."

"Chef Zhang, don't want your wife? My sister said he likes you and wants to have a baby for you."

Zhang Xinhuo attracted fans in the entire community with this song "March of the Volunteers".

Manan packed his equipment and returned to the room, smiled and said to Zhang Xinhuo: "I didn't expect that if you haven't seen each other for more than 20 years, you, a serious person who only knows how to be stern, will become a national Internet celebrity."

Then he showed his phone again, "I want to send this video of you to my Duyin number so that all fans can see you who are different."

Zhang Xinhuo waited for him to finish posting the video, and then asked for the original video to send it to the Propaganda Department.

He said, "We have finished singing, it's time to get to the topic?"

Manan laughed and said, "There is no point in mind, I just call you here to talk about the past. You said we haven't seen each other for more than 20 years. It's not too much to invite you here to chat, right?"

Zhang Xinhuo was speechless. Why was this guy so idle? He had endless things to deal with, so he didn't have time to chat with him slowly.

Seeing that Zhang Xinhuo was not joking, Ma Nan stopped teasing him. He took out two large cardboard boxes from his study and put them under Zhang Xinhuo's feet, "Display them apart and take a look!"

Zhang Xinhuo opened the box skeptically, revealing the white fabric inside, the color and style, and the touch that could be felt through the sealed bag. He was so familiar with it.

This is a medical protective clothing.

Zhang Xinhuo's voice trembled: "Protective clothing! How could you have so many?

Do you know? Now a protective suit can be worth thousands of troops and save the life of a medical staff member. It is so precious."

Zhang Xinhuo smiled rarely, and his happiness could be heard from his voice.

Seeing his emotions change, Manan was also amused and laughed. He told him that he had nothing to do and looked unhappy. When he saw the protective suit, he was like a child who had picked up a baby.

This is not the manner of a company's chairman. He even praised him for saying that he is a big boy.

Zhang Xinhuo kept muttering: "It's worth it, it's worth it, this trip has not been in vain. I would like to thank you on behalf of the doctors."

These two boxes contain more than a dozen sets of protective clothing, more than a dozen goggles, and five hundred medical masks, which are already quite precious protective materials.

This was all collected by Manan before and asked his friends from other places, and he only received it today.

I originally wanted to donate it to the hospital myself, but I accidentally discovered a video of Zhang Xinhuo on Duyin platform. This is why he called Zhang Xinhuo to visit his home. I didn't reveal the news in advance and wanted to give him a surprise.

As for the accommodation and store issues, he is still in touch, and it is unlikely that he can solve them within half a day.

Manan watched Zhang Xinhuo counting the supplies, and felt deeply moved. This boy was no longer the little boy he needed to protect him back then.

All the deeds show that he is not a pseudo-philanthropist who comes to gilt, but a real hero who dares to fight for his life and is anxious about what Jiangcheng is anxious about.

Zhang Xinhuo experienced SARS, earthquakes and today's epidemic. He was saved by the people's soldiers and also served as a soldier. He almost died of SARS, but today he came alone to fight the epidemic.

He actually founded the Torrent Box Lunch with the status of a veteran and survived for three years. Manan really couldn't imagine how he managed the company and how he expanded his business to the scale of more than 100 branches.

In contrast, Manan's own life was much smoother. He studied abroad for many years and had good achievements in painting, literature and music. With these talents, he also made a lot of money.

He was "sealed" here as soon as he returned to Jiangcheng a few years ago. This greatly changed his plan and also set the foreshadowing for helping Zhang Xinhuo in the future.
Chapter completed!